I enter you. For lubrication and such,” he explained, tracing her mouth with his finger. “Thereafter, I will devote some time getting acquainted with your nether region, especially this little bit here.”
His finger honed in on her nub. She smiled. “Do what you need to do. Believe me I’ve seen enough foreplay thanks to the Black Yella Bruthas video store to bring Sister Ann back to life.”
“Shall we see?” he challenged, parting her legs, determined to make the experience as pleasurable and pain-free as possible. With every thrust of tongue, her hips jerked upward, meeting the strangely cold, freely moving organ. And when she couldn’t take it anymore, Poe moaned and found herself using porno vernacular from the hundreds of DVDs she’d watched.
Sainvire lifted his head from between Poe’s soft thighs for a second, unsure that he’d heard the young woman correctly. With a smile, he brought her to an itchy crescendo until her body convulsed. Only then did he rise to enter her slick, still pulsing, opening.
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They lay tangled until Poe’s limbs cramped up and had to shift position. Sainvire draped his leg over the girl’s bruised thigh, his elbow propping him up to stare down at her. He wiped the beads of sweat from Poe’s nose, licked it, and grinned. He smoothed down her tangled hair. Not done yet, Sainvire enthusiastically ran his tongue on the sweat between Poe’s breasts.
With her palm, Poe explored his misshapen shoulder, lingering on the scar where the shrapnel had embedded. Up to no good, Poe smirked. “I like deformed men.”
“Why, thank you, Ms. Poe.”
“You’re so welcome, Mr. Vampiro.”
His black-rimmed silver eyes danced. “You’re beautiful, Julia,” he said, adding, “You make my dead heart beat again.”
What could she say to such sweet words? She simply blushed and looked up at the ceiling. “Apart from you being dead, you’re not so bad looking yourself, Kaleb.”
His eyes twinkling, he teased, “That wasn’t what you said not so long ago. You made me sound like an ogre, third from your line-up of Morales and a Korean halfdead with a cleaver whom I am truly intimidated by because I don’t know him.”
Poe smiled, her dimples deepening. “You’ve been kicked up to number two, second to Mr. Cleaver. Now that I’ve had a taste of your talent.”
“Mighty big of you,” he said dispassionately, tracing her hips with his large hands that paused in the vicinity of her near-hairless sex. “Beside your head, you hardly have hair anywhere in your body.”
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expressive,” he confessed. “I’ve wanted to undress you since the moment I plucked glass shards from your arms.”
“You’re depraved!”
“Hey, I know you molested me with your eyes that night.”
She giggled then abruptly stopped. It was such an alien sound to Poe’s ears.
“And you do know that you sweat mostly on your nose?”
“That’s private stuff,” said Poe, embarrassed.
“It’s charming, like your luscious red lips.”
Poe blushed and asked shyly, “What about my scar?”
He traced the five-inch scar. “It shows how courageous you are. I wouldn’t change it for the world.”
Tired of getting compliments, Poe pinched his nose. “I’d get rid of your lip scar in a second.”
A little offended, he growled, tickling Poe until she was close to throwing up.
“Truce,” she begged until he stopped and cradled her in his arms. After a comfortable silence, Poe asked,
“Why are you so idealistic, Sainvire? You fought against Franco even though it wasn’t your war, in another country for crying out loud. Then the Plasmacore thing. I don’t understand you. With your powers, you could rule the world.”
“Don’t romanticize my life, Poe. I’ve done my share of killing. You can say I just don’t like what I see, and I have the means and vision to change things.
And to be truthful, you can blame Upton Sinclair for my so-called idealism. I read his work as a young man and was forever changed.”
“Upton Sinclair, huh?” said Poe. “He wrote The Jungle.”
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“You read it?”
“Oh, don’t act so shocked. I read everything I find on hunts. I’m not such a plebe despite the looks of me.”
“I never said you were a plebe. In fact, I think you’re one of the sharpest people I know,” he said, kissing her hypnotic mouth. “That’s why I think you should join us. I don’t want you to be alone ever again.”